Today was a good day, got to have lunch with my brother and see my dad before I go. My parents are going on a trip and they won't be back when I'm done with this little road trip, so I won't see them until the 28 when they have a little layover in LA. A little unnecessary information, sorry.

So smile everyone and I'll talk to you later.

5/29/07
Hello all...please forgive any spelling errors; I'm tired and buzzed. I had a really interesting show tonight.

well, long story short, I did a show and it was not a club, more a restaurant and since this was only their second time doing comedy, they didn't really know how to run a comedy show. My friend Vinnie Coppola pened for me and he was literally thrown to the lions. There was no one to warm up the crowd. No one to say, "ok everyone, be quiet and pay attention. There's going to be a comedy show. Turn off your phones and keep your talk down for an hour or so." Nothing. A guy just said, "here's the first comedian, Vinnie Capolla" and brought him up. Now I'm not blaming the guy really; like I said, he didn't know. But needless to say Vinnie didn't do as well as I know he could do. Most of the people were just rude and loud.

So I'm watching this and I thought to myself, "ok, this is a challenge. If I can win these people over, I can do anything" and low and behold, I did. Plus I got a standing O at the end. It was work, but it was fun. And it was one of the moments that made me go, "fuck...I'm a real comedian. I know what I'm doing."

There was an older gentlemen though who asked me why I cursed so much. He said that I am very talented but all of the "fucks and shits" were not funny. I explained to him that in this particular venue, I had to do that kind of thing to not only get the attention of the crowd but keep their attention as well.

As far as comedy goes, it's weird now; it's less confusing than it used to be. Like I can look at a crowd or a room and know exactly how to do my act. I can literally 'read' a crowd. I like to compare it to Neo in the first Matrix movie. (SPOILER AHEAD!) Like how at the end of the movie, when Neo was killed but then came back to life; he saw the world for what it was. It was just code; just numbers. He saw everything simply. That's how I see a crowd now. To me it's not a bunch of people or a scary drunk mess; to me I see a crowd that needs a lot of energy and some dirty jokes, or a crowd that I need to start slow with and bring them up to my speed. It's very liberating really.

Anyway I'm in bed now and about to pass out. Hope you guys are smiling. Night.

5/28/07
Hey everyone, so sorry for the lack of bloggin'...things have been insane in Florida. Not to mention my parents don't have wireless now and (as we all know), if you're still on dial up, you're a Nazi-Commie Bastard! And that just ain't me.

The big news is that my little, baby brother got married. Wow, that was a surreal experience. I (of course) was the best man and had the dubious honor of standing by my brother as he made a mistake, er...got married. Just kidding Michele (his new wife/my new sister). It was a wonderful ceremony; honestly one of the best weddings I've attended. Everyone had a great time and everything just went so smoothly. Then again, when you have a room full of Jews...you can't help but have a good time.

Let me ask you a question though, why is it whenever you're at a wedding, everyone seems to go up to the single person (especially if they're the older brother of the groom) and say, "So, you're next!" or "So, you seeing anyone?" or "I bet I'll be seeing you walking down the aisle soon. Hm???" What the fuck!? Look people, I'm single and I'm fine. I'm not seeing anyone, I don't know if I'm next so stop fucking asking me! A wedding is the only time someone does that? I mean you never hear that at a funeral. "So uncle Larry, you next? You're looking kinda old? I bet I'll be seeing you in the box soon. Hmmm????"

Sorry, had to vent. Anyway...

I'm sure that you all are entranced by the stories of the wedding, but I know what you really want to hear about is the batchelor party. It was not that exciting...we just sat around, played Scrabble and talked about Jesus. Yeah right. I can't tell you everything (after all, what happens at the batchelor party...(everyone)..."Stays at the batchelor party"), the only hints I'll give you are: cruise ship, champange, bitches and Luther Campbell! Nuff said? I think so.

It was a night to remember...or for some of us, not remember.

Now, the next big news...I got me a tattoo! Yup. It's true...the Jew has a tattoo. I know, with the history Jews have had with tattoos, that might not be something to be proud of, but mine had nothing to do with genicide. My brother, father and I got an original tattoo that I thought of and a great artist/comic friend of mine designed. Thanks again Brian. Drum roll.....check it out:

It's an original and personal symbol...and it looks like a money sign. Cause I so money! I really like it. Now I feel like a badass biker. OK, maybe night badass...I mean I won't kick your ass or anything, but I'll sure as hell stare atcha.

Well, I'm going to meet up with some friends and have some more alcohol. I'll see ya guys later.

By the way, if Jesse is reading this, no, I'm not gay!...but Skippy might be.

Oh, I almost forgot...THERE'S A NEW CD COMING!!!

5/16/07
OK, in reference to my last entry...some friends told me that I am opening up a bit too much on this. They say that I should watch what I say...well, I can understand, but at the same time, this is theraputic for me. I get a lot off of my chest through the blog. Hell, that was the reason I started this in the first place

Now, as for the actual subject of the blog; well, it's kind of taken care of itself...a little sadly though. But then again, nothing is ever set in stone, so we'll see what happens. As for now, I'm just letting life be.

Don't know if that really makes sense, I'm kinda tired.

I'm in Marco Island, Florida now, working the Off The Hook Comedy Club. I've gotta be up early for radio tomorrow morning, so I'm going to cut this short I guess. I'll tell you what though, the condo they put me up at is fucking unreal! If there are any girlies around here that want to hang out, I've got a lake house!

Night.

5/12/07
Isn't it amazing how great caffiene can make you feel? I was feeling kinda shitty a little while ago and now, after a large Dunkin Donuts coffee (with cream and sugar), I feel amazing! I was just so tired and a little down, and I needed a pick me up, so I got myself some liquid crack, and I feel GREAT!

Why was I feeling down you ask? Well, I don't want to go into details, let's just say it's some emotional stuff. After some time I am of the realization that I have been a closed off person in some ways...and I'm coming to face these demons now. It's scary; I feel really out of control emotionally. I'm dizzy really.

I know what the source is (I've been here before), but my problem is confronting the source, I'm scared. I'm really scared. I hate feeling the way I do and being so unsure of everything.

I guess life is full of uncertainties and that's what makes it interesting; makes it fun. I mean hell, if we all knew the answers to every question that we had, what the fuck would we do with ourselves? Wait, that's a question so therefore we'd already know the answer and this blog entry would be pointless.

"Why are we here?" - "To learn the answer to life. Next." "What's the answer to life?" - "42. Next" "What's the plot of 'Lost'"? - "They're all dead. Next."

And here's the amazing thing....I'm about to go on stage! Yay! Time to put on the smile and fight through the tears. See that people...clowns cry too. Clowns cry too.

5/5/07
Happy 'Cinco-de-Mayo'...of course as a Jew, I'm used to 'Roast Beef & Mayo'. But, I'll adapt.

Well things got a little screwy this week, I was supposed to be in W. Palm Beach but after the first day I was moved to Miami. Apparently the comedian who was originally in Miami left after the first day for professional reasons. Anyway, I was brought down there, no biggie (I love both clubs), the only thing that sucked was that I did all the promotion for the W. Palm Beach club (radio, newspaper, etc) so it all seemed to go to waste, but oh well, the nature of the business...and life I guess. Nothing is ever solid, right?

What else? Well, there's some Level 8 shit going on in my life, which means that I'm not discussing it here. Sorry. I will say that it's some emotional shit that I haven't had to deal with for a long time. Maybe one day I'll share, until then...suffer bitches! Kidding...joke...don't be hating.

So I've got one more show tomorrow and then I have some days off. But on Thursday I go to my other favorite club, Sidesplitters in Tampa. If you're around, come on down...it's always a blast there.

I always like coming home, but after a week or two on the road, I get antsy to get back to LA. I feel like I'm missing something out there. It can get to me, ya know? I've rambled about this before, so I'll stop now. I miss you LA!

Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep; I'm trying to get my body on east coast time since I'll be here for a little while. Night all.

5/2/07
I am now flying high in the air on my way to Florida. Today I started at 100 mph.

I got home last night after having a great time with my friend Dawn doing kareoke once again. When I checked my email there was a message from the Improv telling me that I had to be at radio Thursday morning...unfortunately I was coming into Ft. Lauderdale on Thursday morning (I was taking a red eye Wednesday night) and that there was no way to be at the station in time. So I asked if I could go in on Friday or just call in. They told me that wouldn't be possible since they had to pull a lot of strings to get the radio time and that they didn't want to ruin their relationship with the stations. So I got on the phone and quickly (and cheaply) changed my flight to come in at 12:30 am Thursday.

So now when I get in, I'll have maybe 3 hours to sleep before getting up to drive 60 miles to do radio then drive 60 miles back to return my parents car and get my own rental car. I tell ya one thing about my job, it keeps me on my toes. But what was I going to do? Just like the club didn't want to ruin their relationship with the radio, I didn't want to ruin my relationship with the club...especially since this is my first time headlining an Improv. Which reminds me, if you're in the W. Palm Beach (Florida) area this week, come on by! And don't forget to use a 2 for 1 JEWPON!

I just hate being rushed, you know? Like I was going to use today and do my laundry and make sure I've got everything packed. But what I had to do is take my dirty clothes with me and wash it at home...and pray that I have everything packed. And thank god I have a cool roommate; he's covering my part of the rent because I realized I forgot to leave a check for him.

What else to report? OH! My episode of Comics Unleashedstarts to air tomorrow! I'm not sure specifically when since it's syndicated. Your best bet is to go to TV Guide.com and check your local listings. You know, since 1999, I've had at least one TV appearance each year (except for 2000)...that's pretty cool. Some were just little things, but TV none the less. I'm really hoping for a Comedy Central 1/2 Hour this year...keep those fingers crossed and those positive vibes'a coming. And if you're so inclinded...email Comedy Central and demand it. I know I'd appreciate it.

Well, I'm going to watch a DVD now and try not to fall asleep. I'll see ya guys on TV!